THE SOLDIER'S

TEAR. Upon the hill he stood, To take a last fond look, Of the spire and village church, And the cottage on the brook.

Beside that cottage porch, A girl was on her knees, She held aloft a snowy scarf, That fluttered in the breeze.

She breathed a prayer for him, A prayer he could not hear, But he paus'd to bless her, as she knelt, And wip'd away a tear.

He turn'd him from the spot, Oh, do not deem him weak, For dauntless as the soldier was, Yet a tear was on his cheek.

Rush, rush, to battle plains, In victory's dark career, Be sure the hand that bearest thee, Has wip'd away a tear.

WALKER, PRINTER, DURHAM.

WHEN THE KYE COME HAME.

Come all you jolly shepherds that whistle through the glen,

I'll tell you of a secret that courtiers dinna ken ; What is the greatest bliss that the tongue o' man can

tell, 'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie when the kye come hame.

CHORUS.

When the kye come hame, when the kye come hame, 'Tween the gloaming and the mirk, when the kye come

hame.

'Tis not beneath the bargonet, nor yet beneath the crown,

'Tis not on the couch of velvet nor yet on bed of down 'Tis beneath the spreading birch in the dell without a

name, Wi' a bonnie bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.

Then the eye shines so bright, the hale soul to beguile, There's love in every whisper and joy in every smile ; O wha would choose a crown wi' its perils and its fame And miss a bonnie lassie when the kye come hame.

See yonder pawkie shepherd that lingers on the hill, His ewes are in the fauld, and his lambs are lying still, Yet he downa gang to bed for his heart is in a flame, T o meet his bonnie lassie when the kye come hame.

Awa wi' fame and fortune, what comforts can the gie ? And a' the arts that pray upon man's life and liberty, Gie me the highest joy that the heart a man can frame My bonnie bonnie lassie when the kye came hame.